Today’s Daily Post prompt: “Every city and town contains people of different classes: rich, poor, and somewhere in between. What’s it like where you live? If it’s difficult for you to discern and describe the different types of classes in your locale, describe what it was like where you grew up — was it swimming pools and movie stars, industrial and working class, somewhere in between or something completely different?”
I grew up in a blue-collar enclave surrounded by neighborhoods of affluence inhabited mostly by doctors, lawyers, college professors, and movie industry execs. These people drove up property values so that when I came of age I could not (and still cannot) afford to buy a home there. As an adult I moved to another traditionally working-class town only to watch it gentrify with all the “Silicon Beach” techies and execs. My rent is becoming so high that soon I will not be able to afford even to rent there.
I have tried to improve my situation. I have educated myself with advanced degrees and I move in circles of middle and upper-class professionals. I would say that my social class has improved but not my economic class. For all intents and purposes, I am still “working class.” At one time, I was a little annoyed about the whole thing.
Now I am getting older and have given up trying to grab that golden ring — that dream of someone having a better life than one’s parents and owning a bit of America. I am part of a growing over-educated and under-paid sub-group that doesn’t quite fit into either middle or working class. The lines between have gotten a bit murky so I have given up trying to figure it out.
To quote Popeye, “I yam what I yam” and I am just trying to hold my own for as long as I can.